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VIRGIL's
Æn. II.
We from our Friends receiv'd this fatal Blow, 555
Who thought us Grecians, as we seem'd in show.
They aim at the mistaken Crests, from high,
And ours beneath the pond'rous Ruin lie.
Then, mov'd with Anger and Disdain, to see
Their Troops dispers'd, the Royal Virgin free: 560
The Grecians rally, and their Pow'rs unite;
With Fury charge us, and renew the Fight.
The Brother-Kings with Ajax join their force,
And the whole Squadron of Thessalian Horse,
Thus, when the Rival Winds their Quarrel try, 565
Contending for the Kingdom of the Skie;
South, East, and West, on airy Coursers born,
The Whirlwind gathers, and the Woods are torn:
Then Nereus strikes the deep, the Billows rise, 569
And, mix'd with Ooze and Sand, pollute the Skies.
The Troops we squander'd first, again appear
From sev'ral Quarters, and enclose the Rear.
They first observe, and to the rest betray
Our diff'rent Speech; our borrow'd Arms survey.
Oppress'd with odds, we fall; Choræbus first, 575
At Pallas Altar, by Peneleus pierc'd.
Then Ripheus follow'd, in th' unequal Fight;
Just of his Word, observant of the right;
Heav'n thought not so: Dymas their Fate attends,
With Hypanis, mistaken by their Friends. 580
Nor Pantheus, thee, thy Mitre nor the Bands
Of awful Phœbus, sav'd from impious Hands.
Who thought us Grecians, as we seem'd in show.
They aim at the mistaken Crests, from high,
And ours beneath the pond'rous Ruin lie.
Then, mov'd with Anger and Disdain, to see
Their Troops dispers'd, the Royal Virgin free: 560
The Grecians rally, and their Pow'rs unite;
With Fury charge us, and renew the Fight.
The Brother-Kings with Ajax join their force,
And the whole Squadron of Thessalian Horse,
Thus, when the Rival Winds their Quarrel try, 565
Contending for the Kingdom of the Skie;
South, East, and West, on airy Coursers born,
The Whirlwind gathers, and the Woods are torn:
Then Nereus strikes the deep, the Billows rise, 569
And, mix'd with Ooze and Sand, pollute the Skies.
The Troops we squander'd first, again appear
From sev'ral Quarters, and enclose the Rear.
They first observe, and to the rest betray
Our diff'rent Speech; our borrow'd Arms survey.
Oppress'd with odds, we fall; Choræbus first, 575
At Pallas Altar, by Peneleus pierc'd.
Then Ripheus follow'd, in th' unequal Fight;
Just of his Word, observant of the right;
Heav'n thought not so: Dymas their Fate attends,
With Hypanis, mistaken by their Friends. 580
Nor Pantheus, thee, thy Mitre nor the Bands
Of awful Phœbus, sav'd from impious Hands.
